Bruach Mhor
Hay rakes,
no longer horse-hitched,
look like
lost, portable bike racks.
My favourite,
claimed by the bracken clan,
rusts beside
the Loch Na Keal coast road,
overlooks
the once rowed water
to Inch Kenneth:
permanently turned to follow
off-shore white horses.
History, like a tourist,
motors by.
Bruach Mhor lives by a loch in the Hebrides. He is transitioning into a seal. His poems have most recently appeared in The Lake and the Emerald edition of Monstrous Regiment Literary Magazine. He once reviewed Val Plumwood’s Environmental Culture.
